The journey, home, into my heart.
We closed down the café under a pink September sky, and walked slowly along the river bank. As we came to the point where our paths parted, she gave me one of her big… Continue reading
We closed down the café under a pink September sky, and walked slowly along the river bank. As we came to the point where our paths parted, she gave me one of her big… Continue reading
And just like that, they were gone. My three girlfriends that whirled into this house 2,5 weeks ago and filled it with laughter, spontaneous yoga sessions, deep conversations, lots of raw chocolate and… Continue reading
Inspired by the rain that is pouring down, I too sit down to pour my soul. No one here to catch me but myself. I try to capture the essence of what is… Continue reading
I am back in Colombo, at the Gallery Cafe, a perfect oasis from the hustle and bustle outside. Here, I can catch up with myself and my intentions. I have just come back from… Continue reading
I haven’t slept, and what does it matter now. It’s a new day and there is so much work to be done. But it’s cold and gloomy outside. So I just lay here,… Continue reading
What are you going to write about, he asks. As if there was a subject. A task to be completed. He only asks because he’s curious. Perhaps a little intrigued. But I get… Continue reading
It’s an old Apple Commercial, but none the less, sooo inspirational. And remember; to be inspired you need to be “out of your mind” 🙂
Yesterday’s storm is gone. Sun is shining all around today. I woke up with the old Zombie’s song ““She’s Not There”” in my head. And right now I’m jamming Santana’s version out loud… Continue reading
“Be brave enough to live life creatively. The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into… Continue reading